when i got home last night, my key snapped in the lock. my flatmate is currently away, but i knew she would be back in london this morning, so i figured it would be no big deal as i could just stay at a friends and get meet her in the morning to get a copy done.

then i realised that i had no credit on my phone, and bizarrely none of the shops near me were open. so i ended up catching a bus to victoria and getting some credit there.

then the only person i could find who was awake lived in bow, so i spent 90 minutes getting the bus there, arriving just before 2am. slept until 6:30am, and then left to go to marylebone to meet my flatmate. got a key cut, and headed home. got home, and the key didn't fit in the lock. i contemplated lying on the floor and crying, but instead came to work. which took 90 minutes because of awful, awful traffic on whitehall.

so i'm here, and wearing yesterday's clothes, and i feel horrible.

but i do have polos. MMMM, MINTY FRESH.